Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i that you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you know me,
my is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush
i bully these so bad lyrically
it ain't funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just zany enough to rock with shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a near in my ass!

young hov got the game in a
twenty sold all independently,
so when you me
make sure you got together 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't no chimney
my ma was claus, well, at least she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory me correct
i caught her the christmas tree.
young hov ain't no pops
god, man, i had the block
ya'll me though
you fucks got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, this no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that room, pullin' the cars out
and the mirror pointin' at reflection, killing yourself
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm twenty of blessing
the essence of adolescent leaves my body now i'm in
my frame is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly thing created
got rhymes 365 days plus some
up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money
go against the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i used to do my thing
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' with hash
now it's all about in abundance, niggaz i used to run with
is or doin years in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin tomorrow
that that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i stood on the block, cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my back
time is illmatic keep static wool fabric
pack a that crack your whole cabbage!